Somehow,
I find myself in the middle
of the sunken fields of Despair
again.
But I am not stationary.
And I am not alone.
Because the weight of
pent-up tears and
the wrench of
dark undercurrents
I find myself in the middle
of the sunken fields of Despair
again.
But I am not stationary.
And I am not alone.
Because the weight of
pent-up tears and
the wrench of
dark undercurrents
make me sink
faster, deeper
faster, deeper
into the overbrimmed
realms of Dysphoria,
realms of Dysphoria,
the dystopic home of
the rejected,
the tormented,
the dejected,
the tormented,
the dejected,
the fragmented.
Here is where
you will find those
who are in want of
who are in want of
a teaspoon of Concern,
a big pinch of Gratitude,
a handful of Appreciation,
a morsel of Happiness,
a sprinkle of Hope;
from those whom
they care about the most
they care about the most
(from those who
care about them the least).
care about them the least).
Struggling together in
solitude: suffocating in this
sea of hot ever-flowing tears and
solitude: suffocating in this
sea of hot ever-flowing tears and
sobs of endless desperation from being
souls trapped in lucklustre, unfulfilled lives
still trying to seek someone who understands, to
save us from ourselves. But there is nowhere to go but
Down.
save us from ourselves. But there is nowhere to go but
Down.
And the lower I go,
the more I give in
the more I give up
the less I give a fuck
about the world.
About all this.
About all this.
Will this go on forever? Will this abruptly end?
Will this just end up being a nightmare,
where I wake up drenched in my own sweat?
where I wake up drenched in my own sweat?
And ah, what if I'm able to save myself
But am unable to save the others,
especially those who dragged
me all the way down here?
me all the way down here?
Do I leave them?
Not an option.
Not an option.
I couldn't
I can't
in the middle
of the sunken
fields of
Despair,
the weight of
pent-up tears and
the wrench of
dark undercurrents
of the sunken
fields of
Despair,
the weight of
pent-up tears and
the wrench of
dark undercurrents
make me sink
faster, deeper
faster, deeper
into the overbrimmed
realms of Dysphoria,
realms of Dysphoria,
the dystopic residence of
the rejected,
the tormented,
the dejected,
the tormented,
the dejected,
the fragmented.
Here is where
you will find those who
lack and are in want of
a teaspoon of Concern,
a big pinch of Gratitude,
a handful of Appreciation,
a morsel of Happiness,
a sprinkle of Hope;
from those whom
they care about the most
they care about the most
(from those who
care about them the least).
care about them the least).
So I
suffocate in this
suffocate in this
sea of tears as the
sighs of desperation from
souls trapped in lucklustre lives
seeking those who can try to understand.
But there seems to be nowhere to go but down.
And the lower I go,
the more I give in
the more I give up
the less I give a fuck
about the world.
About all this.
About all this.
Will this go on forever? Will this abruptly end?
Will this just end up being a nightmare,
where I wake up drenched in my own sweat?
where I wake up drenched in my own sweat?
And ah, what if I'm able to save myself
But am unable to save the others,
especially those who dragged
me all the way down here?
me all the way down here?
Do I leave them?
Not an option.
Not an option.
I couldn't
I can't
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